MrsBrown's philosophy of life and stuff

Tonight I need to do 2 hours of work.

I've read 3 different books, at least twice each, to Rose.

My desk is clean clearer.

I've blamed my husband at least twice for not taking Rose away with him. And now he's putting her in pyjamas and bed.

Should I start work now, and then watch Chaser at 9pm? (in twenty minutes)

or just go watch the end of whatever's on Channel 2 and then get up at 6am to get this work done?

At my new workplace the women's toilets are locked and you have to collect a key everytime you head there. They are located in the stairwell so you sometimes also need a key to get into the stairwell. The men don't have a locked toilet.

I hate it.

I hate that I have to announce to the office (yes, nobody's interested or notices, this is my rant) that I'm off to the loo for the 5th time this morning. I hate the conversations, "where's the key?" and "Oh yes, Jane often puts the key in her pocket". I hate having to wait for the key to come back when I've finally dragged myself away from my work to attend to my exploding bladder. I hate talking about my toilet habits, even the ones that don't involve actual waste.

I hate the constant subtle reminder that
we are not safe
men are able to look after themselves and women aren't
women need to be protected.

It's not true and I'm not convinced that the proles around here are able to see beyond the bullshit.

Yesterday the office was broken into and the key to the toilet and stairs was stolen. I've been letting my inner feminist out and trying to agitate to remove the key requirement altogether. I've been dreaming of putting a rant similar to this on the backs of the toilet cubicle doors and providing a wedge to prop the door open. Now I don't think I'll bother.

Today a male manager came to us and asked that we take responsibility for the re-keying of the toilet lock. He apologised and said he was only doing it because the women in his workplace were asking for it. They don't feel "safe".

On Wednesday I was asked into the HR manager's office for a "quick chat".

On Thursday, before leaving work for the last time ever, I carefully saved my useful work email as a .pst file.

I don't have Outlook and my quick search reveals that any software which advertises it's ability to convert or read .pst files will only work if you have Outlook installed on your computer.

If I had Outlook, I wouldn't need a .pst reader - I'd already have one.

F%^&%$king Microsoft!!!